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Well, you could try improving ratings by getting 52% of the population up off the bench. No? Better as spouses and cheerleaders? Well then, crash & burn, baby. Unless you’re going to market these couples as real people (and from what I’ve seen, they aren’t. From what I’ve seen of the couples [they aren’t selling […]

Woke up from a dream about going to New York with my sister, losing her and her son at a theater party held by an old high school friend of mine I once had a crush on, got lost on the train (numbers? colors? Does anyone remember what stop we got off at, shit, how

Sunday is prep day. Collect the week’s story rejections and send out new stuff, water the plants, get the groceries, cook up the week’s chicken and broccoli lunches, clean the bathroom, pack for Monday’s MA class, read the Tribune, hit Borders and coffee with Jenn, recover from a hangover if neccessary, roll over the week’s

Man, I keep trying to ignore these dumbfucks, but then the other feminist bloggers jump on board, and I have to bitch. Here’s the panic – I would say “latest panic” but they’ve been preaching “smart, successful women won’t get married and have kids, and they’ll regret it and spend their nights sobbing into their

I’m sorry, what was that? You mean if I find a guy sexy I can’t beat him up, molest him, and go home? Dude, he was totally asking for it! He was wandering around after dark, looking drunk, and wearing a damn fine pair of ass-hugging jeans! I couldn’t control myself! I’m sorry, you said,

Much thanks to Davina for sending me this link – The Observer’s got a piece about encouragining girls in school to enjoy PE and physical sport, as: Health experts are now warning that the trend [girls shunning sport] has profound health implications for women in later life because people who do not get into the

After 4 martinis and a black russian, Shaolin Soccer isn’t a bad movie. Saved! however, is fuckin’ awesome. Get a copy. Share it with friends. I am moving drunkenly to bed.

Man, downer day. I was also kicking myself during pilates about my weight again, because we’ve got 2 walls of mirrors, and I’m exhausted, and have spent most of the week living out of a hotel. So fucking frustrated, why’s it take me a year to drop two sizes? Why do I have to wait

After all, it eventually kills you. Feeling a little off today. Went to my pilates class, but skipped boxing because Sifu Dino showed up, snarked off something that really irked me, and then hung around while the boxers were warming up. And I just wasn’t in the mood for him. I have this bizarre reaction

From Moorish Girl: And I’ll always be jealous of how he [my father] once spent an airplane ride shooting the shit with Salman Rushdie (during his fatwa years). When he got off, a police squad was waiting to escort Rushdie off the plane. My baba came home that night and told me, “Randood, don’t believe